Been busier than God at work.
I think it might be making me a bit distracted. I did something last week which I've never, ever done before, and I fervently hope I never do anything remotely like again. I came in late, stumbled into the house, and it wasn't until about an hour later that fosteronfilm went into the mudroom* to check on some laundry and discovered that my car was still going! I'd left the key in the ignition (I've never even locked myself out of a car before!) and left the engine running.
In a closed garage.
Zounds. I didn't notice I didn't have my keys 'cause the hubby had left the door unlocked for me, as he sometimes does so I don't have to fumble with keys and backpack when I'm already dog tired. I'm just glad he had laundry going and that he noticed. There's much badness that could've happened there. Meep.
MARTA was evil this morning. Major mechanical difficulties on the sorthbound line stranded me (and a train full of commuters) on 400 for half an hour. Eventually, the MARTA folks got the train limping again and took us to Lindburgh station, whereupon they took the poor thing out of service. Huddled with disgruntled commuters in sub-zero weather on a metro platform designed to let the wind in is not my idea of a good way to spend the morning. The next sorthbound train was, of course, jam-packed, but we shuffled onboard anyway. Squished sardines. Not just plain ole packed sardines, but squished.
*The mudroom is the room between our garage and the rest of the house where our washer and dryer live.
SB, please let me know if you go to D*C 2007 whether as a guest or not. I would love to interview you yet again for the Daily Dragon, the newspaper that our host here edits. You might want to get in touch with Nancy Knight, the moderator/guru of the Writers' Track and see if she has some panels that might invite your participation as a panelist. Tell her eugie and I pointed you her way. But don't wait too long: I understand the track fills up rather quickly.